Dream was kind
And thrown I was
In this world
Where coppers those
Did not put me
Into jail
For what I was
For what I am...
I was legalized
And so alive
Smoking ganja
Days and nights
Throwing words
Into the crowd...
But no+one heared me
No+one saw
Simply glass
I thought I was.
They did not care
They looked through me
And what I am
They did not see...
But then a child
Came close to me
She touched the glass
She blew on it
And drew a picture
With her nail
A house, a sun
A puppy dog
And people saw me...
They hushed on child
Led her away
The picture disappeared
And so I stay
At this cold day
To be discovered
Yet again
cold
© Copyright: Litnevecki, 2002
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